Cox and Murphy: A Tiny Little Curse, Perhaps (Infimary)

[onceacop]

She didn't want to do it. Lord, she didn't want to do it, she didn't want to get anyone else involved, she didn't want to even talk about it, but what was she supposed to think?

It had to be a curse.

She sighed, headed down to the Infirmary, and stuck her head in.

If Cox wasn't there?

She was faking lost and getting out.

"Hello?"

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[coxinsox]

These days, he pretty much wasn't ever not in the Wing. Well, okay, it wasn't so much a recent thing -- when had he not been obsessed with his job? But. Hyanyway. He was, as always, kicking back in the Wing, waiting tiredly for something of interest to happen somewhere. He was nose-deep in an issue of People, reading up on the latest in all things gossip.

At the call, he looked up, arching a brow. "Oh, hey. Murphina." He folded the magazine. "Mr. Dresden's not here, if you're lookin'."

[onceacop]

"There are large angry Irish men out here who want to talk to you about name abuse, Cox." She slid all the way into the room and came over. "Actually, I had favor to ask. Starting with your silence about this entire trip into the wing."

[coxinsox]

"There are large angry Irish men in here, Murpharoo." He tipped his chair back and folded his arms behind his head, cocking it back to study her thoughtfully. At her request, he grinned wide, showing two lines of gleaming white teeth. "Oh, H'i~ definitely want to hear this, in that case."

[onceacop]

She snorted at his response, but settled down in the chair opposite Perry, posture defensive, arms crossed, expression just a little dark. "I've been doing some thinking, and I'm pretty sure that I've been cursed somehow. I don't know the exact curse, or why, but I'm pretty damn sure."

She brushed her hair out of her eyes and sighed. "And I'm also pretty sure you're going to laugh. So let's just get it all out at once so I don't kill you: I think I'm being magically cockblocked."